From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 142
"Kneel down for me!"

Yang Qing's true energy turned into the nine-yin blue cyclone, and he uttered a loud shout in conjunction with the soul-shifting method. The sound wave was as substantial as it rolled into the surrounding void like a tide.

Among the few people besieging, Pichen, who had the deepest skill, changed his expression.

The other three people's skills were weaker, and their knees suddenly softened when they were affected by the sound waves, and they really wanted to bend down and kneel down!

"Haven't recovered yet!?"

Pichen's heart and mind were all shaken, and he also yelled loudly.

Immediately, his figure remained motionless, as if his feet were supported by invisible clouds and mist, he flashed down the eaves, and the whisk in his hand suddenly scattered into silver threads all over the sky, shrouded in a little bit of cold light in the moonlight!

The movements are as erratic as the wind, as swift as electricity, and there is no sound of fireworks.

However, Yang Qing disappeared in the same place as early as Pichen opened his mouth, and when his low figure in a gray shirt tied crookedly appeared again, he was already between the two on the wall, and he raised his hand to grab their necks.

"Quickly open!"

Under the influence of soul-shifting Dafa, Linglongjiao regained consciousness for the second time after the confusion faded from her eyes.

Seeing that Yang Qing seemed to be teleporting, he captured the two people beside him in the blink of an eye, and immediately drew his sword with his backhand and slashed out!

Halfway through the sword, Linglongjiao saw that the faces of the two people held by Yang Qing turned pale instantly, and their bodies shook like chaff.

She suddenly thought of Chen Changlin who sank into the Luo River not long ago, and seemed to have had the same reaction, and a chill rose inexplicably in her heart.

At this time, Yang Qing used the Beiming magic skill to hold the two of them, and a large wave of true energy flowed along the veins of the arms to the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian.

Hearing the sharp wind coming from behind, the sword energy was cold, he cut off the necks of the two in his hands without any greed.

The true qi instantly turned into nine yin, which once again catalyzed the "Shrinking Tendons and Bone Method".

Amidst the brittleness of his muscles and bones, his body shrank out of nowhere to the size of a five or six-year-old child. With the sudden shrinkage of his body, he avoided a sword attack, and then slammed back into Linglongjiao's arms!
Linglongjiao watched Yang Qing's suddenly shrinking body, and the chill in her heart grew even stronger.Shocked, he didn't bother to take back the long sword, he just slapped his left hand eagerly, and at the same time tried his best to dodge backward.

However, with a palm shot, Yang Qing didn't dodge or dodge.

The next moment, the seemingly weak body not only smashed through Pokong's palm strength, but also stuck to her exquisite and protruding body on the back.

"Lend me the sword."

A clear and pleasant male voice rang in her ears, Linglongjiao felt a numbness in her right hand, and the long sword immediately dropped from her hand.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-chilling burst of true energy pierced through the body and entered the sea of ​​​​qi, and the whole body was immediately frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

Yang Qing took the long sword with his hand, and the sunflower's true energy was lifted, and the blade of the sword, which was originally shining green under the moonlight, was immediately covered with a layer of purple sword energy.

With a little more luck, the sword energy surged by more than three inches in an instant!

In the past, he also made the blade of the sword glow, but no matter how much zhenqi he used at that time, the sword glow was always weak, and could only exist on the blade.

If you want to hurt the enemy, you still have to touch the body, or you can do it through medium transmission.

As soon as the true energy is released like now, the sword glow immediately extends along the blade, which is impossible even in the peak period.

In the blink of an eye, he already understood that this is the difference between different worlds.That should be something like some kind of rule restraint in the dark, but in this world, there is no such restraint.

"die!"

As soon as Yang Qing thought to this point, he suddenly felt that an invisible barrier in his mind was instantly broken.

Chang Huai was agitated and saw three more people rushing in the air. He jumped into the air from the top of the wall, and the long sword in his hand was activated by the sunflower zhenqi, drawing purple arcs in the air.

When the sword light dissipated under the starlight, the three people who were rushing in the sky had already poured out a rain of blood.

Against the backdrop of the six missing and mutilated arms and the three figures who were howling and falling down, Yang Qing's evil spirit was almost solidified.

He fell to the ground with the tumbling severed arm and splashing blood, and looked at Pichen standing beside Xiaorou with a relaxed expression.

"Wang Shichong only sent a few of you here, isn't it too disrespectful to me?"

Pichen glanced at the corpses of the five people in the courtyard without any trace, his face was still calm, but the right hand that was holding Fuchen tightly, and the left hand that was lightly resting on Xiaorou's shoulder had already given Yang Qing too much information .

From the time he appeared in the courtyard, he had only had one chance to make a call.

"Pindao really doesn't know that the emperor's magical powers are astonishing to the world, let alone when the emperor got involved with the Yingui sect."

"Yin Gui faction?"

After a little thought, Yang Qing understood the relationship.

The martial arts practiced by Zhu Yuyan of the Yingui sect and Houhou come from the magic book "Tian Mo Ce", which is on the same level as Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's "Longevity Secret".

As for the martial arts performed by Yang Qing, no matter the "Beiming Divine Art" that absorbs true energy, or the "Soul Shifting Dafa" that confuses people's minds, they all have very similar characteristics to "Tian Mo Ce".

Although Bichen is one of the eight masters of the evil sect with Zhu Yuyan, he is far from having any friendship with the latter, and he is quite afraid of her reputation as the number one in the demon sect.

At this time, it was less than one night before Yang Qing woke up, but he was mistaken for Yang Tong at first, and now because of his martial arts, he was mistaken by Pichen as a member of the Yin Gui sect, even if he explained it in a short time, no one would believe it.

"Your Majesty." Seeing that Yang Qing's eyes kept changing, Pichen smiled lightly and said, "It's really an accident that the impoverished way broke the identity of the Emperor tonight. Since you and I belong to the Demon Sect, why don't we just let it go?"

Without rushing to answer, Yang Qing slowly walked to the front of the three who fell to the ground before and were still screaming in pain from time to time because of the loss of both arms.

Crouching down and stretching out his right hand, the three of them also lost their voices one by one as the true energy was sucked out.

The silent scene under the moonlit night fell into the eyes of Pichen and Linglongjiao, both of them couldn't help turning slightly pale.

In the blink of an eye, the true qi of five people was collected in a row, and combined with the previous gains, the true qi in the meridians rolled back and forth, and a single cyclone in the sea of ​​qi was already faintly saturated.

Standing up and drawing the sword in hand, Sunflower True Qi surged towards the sword, and once again a dazzling sword light rose.

Looking at Pichen's hand that was still on Xiaorou's shoulder, the corner of his mouth slowly opened, revealing his white teeth: "If you take your hand off her, this proposal will appear much more sincere."

Pichen's gaze never left Yang Qing for a moment from the very beginning, but he couldn't find any flaws in Yang Qing just by observing him for a while.

Listening to Yang Qing's answer at this time, his face remained unchanged, but his heart was already full of vigilance.

With his left hand, he quietly increased his strength, and smiled into those purple red eyes, "It's better for the emperor to agree first, and we will meet again at another time, and the poor Taoist will definitely offer wine to apologize, to appease the wrath of Long Yan.

As for the moment... the emperor's evil spirit is too strong, but the poor dare not relax at all. "

After the words fell, the eyes of the two intertwined and collided in the air, and neither of them took a step back.

Bichen is one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, and his magic skills are naturally remarkable.

Yang Qing knew that he appeared to be friendly and upright on the surface, but in fact he was a generation of old devils who killed Yingye. It was only in recent years that his skills had improved, so he took a little bit of his temper.

It's probably impossible to scare off such a person with just one sentence. Judging from his initial reaction, the soul-shifting method can't make great achievements in one fell swoop.

And now that Xiaorou is in his hands, no matter how fast she is, she can't match the speed of the other party's true energy.

"Ah, ah..."

Just when Yang Qing was considering whether to kill Bichen regardless, Xiaorou suddenly uttered two notes of unknown meaning.

Under the moonlight, between her slightly parted lips, half of her tongue could be faintly squirmed, and the wound that had already healed was extremely shocking.

Yang Qing met her calm eyes, and the murderous intention in his heart dissipated a lot for no reason.

"Let's go, go back and tell Wang Shichong that I'm not Yang Tong, so don't mess with me. If there is a next time, I'll flatten the Luoyang Palace first, and then demolish your Laojun Temple!"

Pichen is a side branch of Demon Sect, the successor of Laojunguan.

Hearing Yang Qing's blunt threats, he did not refute, but just smiled and said: "The emperor is wise, the poor will go now."

After speaking, I didn't see how he exerted his strength, his figure seemed to be floating out of thin air, and he floated backward three inches from the ground.

When he was about to leave the hospital, he was thinking about the martial arts that Yang Qing showed just now, when he suddenly heard another voice from the backyard: "Let those shrimp soldiers and crab generals outside get away.

If you dare to enter my body with a circumference of thirty feet, I will kill them all and immediately demolish your Taoist temple! "

Pichen was suffocated when he heard the words, and then stepped out without looking back.

Yang Qing raised his sword and returned to Linglongjiao who had fallen to the ground until he could no longer hear the movements of Pichen and the officers and soldiers ambushing around him.

Linglongjiao seemed to know that her end was worrisome, so she simply suppressed the chill in her heart, and said with a sneer, "Do you really think you can scare Pichen? He won't let you go."

Yang Qing stepped forward and put the sword back into the scabbard on her back: "How can an old devil like Pichen be frightened by my words, but the older you are, the less courageous you are.

He couldn't figure out my details, so naturally he didn't want to fight me hard.But when he finds out, it doesn't matter to me if I want to die. "

Although Linglongjiao had seen his martial arts just now, but hearing his understatement tone, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to the people in the magic sect at all, so she couldn't help but said:

"Although I haven't met Yang Tong a few times, do you think Wang Shichong will believe it? What's more, he is eager to confirm the news of Yang Tong's death. Now whether you are the real Yang Tong or not, he will treat you as real, not to mention that you still kill him." his nephew."

"If he's smart enough, he'd better believe it. For a person like him, if he wants to be an emperor, a nephew is nothing, and the death of a son is a trivial matter."

The long sword fell into the scabbard, and Yang Qing withdrew his hand and put it on Linglongjiao's shoulder: "If the means I showed tonight can't make him stop, then it can only be said that he didn't have the life of the emperor."

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils were suddenly covered with a black light while Beiming's true energy was circulating, and at the same time, the true energy in Linglongjiao's body began to flow towards her own meridians.

"Wait, wait... Don't you want to know how we found you? Wang Shichong is narrow-minded, and he will definitely make a move. Next time you will not be so easy to deal with."

As the true energy was gradually evacuated, Linglongjiao's long-suppressed fear finally surged again.

"After thinking about it, it's nothing more than smell. Is it the incense on the dragon bed in the palace? Someone under Wang Shichong raised animals that recognize smells? As for the next time, if you miss tonight, you will be courting death if you come back again."

Without stopping, Yang Qing looked at Linglongjiao and said quietly, "Don't worry, I spare your life."

"You...you won't kill me?"

"Bichen has a good way of pretending to be a ghost, and his message may not be reliable. Letting you go back is my last warning to Wang Shichong. He can't even keep Kou Zhong Xu Ziling who is causing trouble in Luoyang, let alone provoke me.

In addition, there is another condition. "

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his palm, and Linglongjiao's knees gave way, and she fell to the ground.

She was slightly immersed in her mind, and found that the dantian was empty, without a trace of true energy.

Thinking of all the years of painstaking practice, all the skills lost in one day, I feel like crying but have no tears.

"What conditions?"

Yang Qing's eyes flickered green, and he looked at her with burning eyes and said, "Send those children to Jingnian Temple and give them to Monk Kong."

Jingnian Temple is the most important place of Buddhism in Luoyang. It presides over Master Kong and is also an important figure in Baidao Martial Arts. Martial arts have been reborn and reborn.

He couldn't take these more than 50 children away, and it was the best choice to entrust them to the blessing of Buddhism.

Firstly, there is a signboard of Buddhism, and secondly, there is absolutely no reason to ignore it as a person who is empty.

To explain, Yang Qing stopped talking to her, turned to look at Xiao Rou and smiled, "Your brother has been found?"

"what."

Xiaorou seemed to have forgotten how to smile, even though she was happy and excited, she just raised her head with slightly bright eyes and let out a soft "ah".

Yang Qing didn't care either, and looked at the little boy who was holding her hand tightly. Although his face was covered with mud, it could be seen that the facial features of the two were very similar.

He wanted to rub the opponent's head, but when he stretched halfway, he saw a few drops of blood on the back of his hand at some point, so he put it down resentfully.

Seeing this, Xiao Rou took a step forward and grabbed his hand and put it on her head, then raised her hand to make gestures between the two of them, as if she didn't understand why Yang Qing was shorter than before.

Just now he shrank his bones and hid his sword, but now he has not recovered his body shape.

"I am a fairy descending to earth, and I will change."

With a final smile, Yang Qing got up and walked out of the courtyard.

Every time he took a step, the bones all over his body made a burst of crisp sound. By the time he reached the backyard gate, he had completely recovered his tall and tall appearance in his early twenties.

"Wait a moment!"

Linglongjiao shouted from behind: "You say you are not Yang Tong, so who are you?"

Hearing this, Yang Qing turned to look at her, the curve of her profile under the moonlight seemed to be carved out of jade, showing an indescribable beauty: "My name is Yang Qing, remember to send someone here, I will follow you."

After speaking, he raised his chin to Xiaorou who was full of astonishment, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Linglongjiao looked at the empty doorway, it seemed that from the moment Yang Qing disappeared, the air around her became a little lighter.

He turned his head and glanced at the dozens of children beside him. These children in shabby clothes and covered in dirt had obviously been treated inhumanely, but no one made a sound at this moment.

Just looked at her quietly.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, she was a woman after all, and stood up enduring endless weakness.

"follow me."

Sighing, Linglongjiao walked towards the front yard first.

Under the leadership of Xiaorou, a group of children followed silently, like walking dead.

When she reached the front yard, Linglongjiao stepped forward and opened the gate, but the footsteps behind her suddenly stopped.

Turning around to look, I saw all the children standing in place, quietly looking at the main hall with the closed door.

"Why don't you go?"

She frowned and asked softly, but as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the boy who had been held by Xiao Rou, suddenly broke away from her sister's hand.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed a piece of brick from the ground, smashed open the hall door and rushed in like crazy!

"what are you doing!?"

Linglongjiao was both puzzled and startled.

She has seen Yang Qing's method of killing people like drinking water, but her treacherous and changeable magic skills made her even more frightened.

If you lose your martial arts, you can practice again, but something happened to this kid... Who knows if he really left?

Thinking of this, her heart tightened, and she rushed to the hall to check.

But before entering the house, she was almost overwhelmed by the thick blood rushing towards her.

After stepping into the house, I saw that the lights in the hall were dim, and more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground crookedly.

With the moonlight shining in from outside the door, it can be vaguely seen that almost everyone has a hole in the throat that keeps bleeding.

Judging by the size of the wound, it coincides with the thickness of a human finger.

They chased to the small courtyard, did not hear any sound in the house, and saw blood stains on the window paper, but they didn't know that so many people died inside.

Linglongjiao is originally from Kucha, and she has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and she has long been used to these scenes.

With a little concentration, it is no longer unbearable.

Just as he was thinking about finding the child and leaving, there was a sudden noise from the compartment on the side of the hall:
"Boom boom boom!"

She followed the sound and walked a few steps inside, only to see that in the corner of the room, in the beam of moonlight shining into the room through the crack of the window, the child was riding on a dead body, holding stones with both hands and falling continuously.

"You, what are you doing?"

The slightly trembling voice was extremely clear in the quiet night, but the boy acted as if he had never heard it, and kept pounding for a long time before stopping.

Throwing the stone aside forcefully, panting heavily, she looked back at Linglongjiao.

The blood stains all over his face and the shapeless head on the ground set him off like a vengeful ghost returning from hell.

In contrast, is his smiling face shining like a star under the moonlight...

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(End of this chapter)